The one thing I never counted on when I began a blog was finding friends. Not just invisible people who make you laugh, cry or allow steam to vent from you ears. REAL people. Who share their lives. Ups, downs....even sideways moments. The quiet readers have really found a place in your heart when you find yourself nodding at their words, as if they were sitting across the table and you wanted to show how intent you were on listening to their stories.
Thursday was the worst day I've had a work in a long time. Some of you already know how I feel about that subject. I'll just say that while I'm use to "No" being the stock answer to questions and I don't mind constructive criticism, I am still shocked when it' s laced with condescension issued by someone without a clue.
I admit it. I cried at the nasty tone of the responding memo. It was so uncalled for. Then I cried over the phone to poor hubby about working for people who only want to take the credit...then bleed me dry for more ideas. I sniffled on the way home, wondering how in the hell I can find an answer in this economy when there are people without jobs. I even contemplated e-mailing Susan when I got home because I knew she'd understand.
She beat me to it. And on top of that, she gave me an award.
I have been gifted with the "Sisterhood Award", which meant a lot, but especially coming from Susan. We're still trying to figure out how we were separated at birth as I was born first...and a few years earlier. Doesn't matter. Although an ocean separates us, a thread of invisible highway has united us. Laughing, crying, encouraging....I couldn't ask for a better friend. And that's exactly what I consider her; a dear and true friend.
And as with all awards, the joy is in passing it on to other deserving women. The first which came to mind would be my Scottish sister, Rachel. Poet and song writer [only music separates the two, right?], she's help expand my horizons while not laughing at my silly questions. Besides, she may be the only person I know who can out ramble me on paper. :)
Then there's Poetikat. Also a poet, it's her "Blast from the Past" posts which keep me in stitches. I'll never feel old as long as Kat is there to remind me of the angst of teenage years, from the time we thought boys were stupid creatures with no manners...until they took a turn for the better and became....interesting.
Ironically, one I want to name actually gifted the award to Susan...and that would be Peggy. I find myself often visiting during times of political strife or economic stupidity and finding myself sighing in relief. Peggy can also see when the Emperor is not wearing new clothes, making me feel that perhaps one day, we'll get America back on track.
Finally, I'd name my own sister but I've promised to keep her blog quiet for now. She's using it to work out her own life. Review. Plan. Ball the plan up, throw it at the trash can with a grin and try again. So in order to keep my promise, I'll have to be quiet. But I'll send her a note.
Spring has sprung....and it brought a host of lovely faces to the day. Thanks ladies for making life fun when the memos bring me crashing back to earth.